This is an exploration. — Anagrams are simply the process of rearranging, Binary codes of conduct into new brainy puzzles, Caterpillar stanzas into speedy highway verses, Dull docuseries into drag queen races, Eloquently undoing what had once been done, Form giving way to dispersed particles of meaning, Growing and scattering and gashing new flesh wounds. …

A Self Diagnosis. — If I had training wheels, I’d let the wind lead the way, I’d pop open a bottle of champagne, Sit on a white sandy beach, Feel good about the way my feet, Fit perfectly into each rolling wave. Wave in, Wave out, And I can’t seem to waive away this hunch, That the…

A poem about washing down emotions. — This could be a case of mirroring one another. It’s not easy to see when you are busy navel-gazing, And the power to travel across memories long lost, Has dissolved and given way to some sort of soul resonance; Can’t you see I’m just a kid playing pretend? And oftentimes…

Un poema de amor entre la esperanza y la humanidad — Que sé yo de volar. A veces paso vísperas, noches enteras, Vagando, divagando con una pesadez, Algo que no cargo sola, Una piedra en el estomago que me ancla, Arrastrando los pies y miro a mi alrededor. …

A poem about exorcising the unsaid into meaning. — Enter the phantoms on stage. The male and the female, Who in all their spectral vogue, Led on to relieve an all too familiar subject. The puppeteer / metteur en scène, Has eliminated any unnecessary dialogue, To capture the purity of the unsaid. Through distillation of mind into pantomime, Our animated…

About the fear of dissolution. — Aged fifty and four months, Reaching a total height of one meter fifty, Which he has sought to stretch and expand, Irreparably obsessed with occupying, As much space as his body would allow. He lived in a house twice his age which he acquired by, Conveniently suing doctors for malpractice, And had…